She relished in her insular existence, reserving the right to remain tragically miserable. It seemed the universe, it's gods and Argus Filch all agreed unanimously with her on this account - a story of potioneers, riddles, romance and Lily Evans.

Both reaching an impasse in their studies, they seek to help each other. Thrown together by coincidence, or perhaps such a thing does not exist? This is a story of the search for light, in the dark swamp of ignorance. And perhaps for something more.